The world is crumbling, disintegrating into small particles and smithereens. I am trying to collect these pieces and reassemble them into the picture of the  world, the image as I remember it, as I imagine it used to be. It’s a hard job, because they, those discrete bits, are resisting to co-exist with one-another, and some have already been lost forever. As such, the image needs to find some regularity, a kind of consistent pattern and force-fields lines, in a purpose to combine all this scattered stuff.